This is what I write for class when I’m in a bad mood.
You are avoiding me. Well that’s fine. I can cut you out of my life so fast it will make your head spin. The last fucking thing I need is one god damn more ego to stroke. Your ego doesn’t mean shit to me. You are just the latest in a long line of nobody and nothing to treat me like shit and I’m just not going to take it anymore.
Another fucking pretty boy—you aren’t anything to me. You lead me on, you tempt me, and you intrigue me…. Then you don’t want to talk to me anymore and you don’t feel like telling me why.
What? Did your girlfriend fuck with your head this week and you have decided to take it out on me? Oh wait—I know what it is. She flirted with me and that makes you crazy. You profess to be poly but you can’t handle it, well—if you can’t handle her mocking you for not keeping her warm then you are going to love hearing about what we did later.
When you flaked, like the little pussy that you are, I got to take her home with me. We were so tired after the night of dancing that I wasn’t up to the drive to Berkeley to take her home. My house was only five miles away, oh how convenient.
I asked her politely if she wanted to sleep in the guest room.
“Why in the world would I want to sleep in the guest room? I would be all by myself. And what is the point of sleeping over at someone’s house if I am going to be all by myself? I might get cold.”
I walked towards her slowly. She backed away—what, does she like playing coy? You would know better than I would. I figured out that what she wanted was for me to push. Push her against the wall. Push her hands up over her head. Push her into doing things that she wants, but doesn’t want to admit that she wants; like grabbing her hair and pushes her mouth in between my thighs. You would know better than I would know that she actually has no experience with women and fooling around with them scares her. You wouldn’t need the rushed confession a few minutes in.
“Please, please go slow with me. I’ve never done this before.”
“Never done what? Been used? Or been with a woman?”
“I’ve never been with a woman. I’m not sure I will know what to do. I like being used.”
“All you need to do with me is exactly what I tell you to do.”
Why do women bring out in the top in me? And how did I know that she wanted to be used? Maybe I am just smart. Maybe I remembered you threatening to grab me by the throat and shove me against a wall and make me hurt till I have to scream. Maybe I am smart enough to put two and two together and know that if you are going to make innuendos like that with someone you barely know then you must use some force with your girlfriend. Maybe I know what it is like to be on the bottom and to crave that kind of treatment. Maybe knowing what it is like from the bottom means I am just that much better at being on top. Maybe I just wanted to give her a night she would never forget. Maybe I wanted her to forget you.
Then again, maybe you never entered into my thoughts at all. Maybe I just saw a beautiful woman and wanted to see her writhe in front of me. I wanted to hear her gasp and moan and strain towards me, eagerly asking for everything that I can give her. Maybe I wanted to peel off the reserved mask she usually wears and see what would get a reaction out of her. Maybe I wanted to see what it would take to make this perfect, poised, controlled woman scream and contort. I think that is probably what I was thinking about.
I wanted her reactions. I wanted her moans, screams, orgasms, gasps, pants, licks, bites, undulations, but mostly I wanted her wet and ready. I wanted her to beg. I like it when women beg. Can you make her beg? Can you even make her orgasm? Women are so difficult sometimes. Are you sure she isn’t faking it? If you were sure, would you freak out so much every time she exercises her right to see someone else?
I would almost think you would like having her go out with me though. I am after all a female. Didn’t it cross your mind that you might get both of us into bed at the same time? Don’t you long for the het-boy fantasy? No? You are seriously that much of an aberration? Wow. No wonder she wants to see other people for excitement.
You play at being sadistic, you threaten, and you tease. But do you follow through? Or are you like most everyone—all bark and no bite. I can bite. I can bite her till she shrieks. Want to listen?
I pushed her head into my crotch and made her stay there. I could feel her start moving slowly. She really was afraid. I suppose I can be mostly gentle with her. I told her to smell me. Smell my arousal. I could see the blush climbing up her cheeks. Her ears turning bright red is delightful. What else can I say to make her blush? Maybe.
“I want you to prove that you want me. Prove that you want to be here. What part of me do you want to pay attention to? Touch my body; explore me. Don’t worry about going too far. I will always be in control.”
It was amazing how we didn’t really talk after that. I would guide her fingers to the most sensitive spots. Sometimes I would tell her, “Harder,” but mostly I just encouraged her silently. Experience is the best teacher for how to fuck. When I was done being passive I slowly insinuated my fingers up the nape of her neck into her hair and twisted until I had a firm handhold. I used my grasp to propel her up the stairs. I made her crawl. The gasp she let out when I preemptively kept her down on her knees let me know that I was making the right choice.
When we got to my bedroom I pulled her upright fast and quickly knocked her forward across the edge of my bed. She squirms so nicely. She looked back at me with a worried expression on her face. She probably had no idea what I would do to her next. I pulled her skirt up and exposed her ass. I did have to talk to her for just a minute though, unfortunately we modern sluts have to take reality into consideration in our seductions.
“I need to go grab gloves. Don’t move.”
I came back with a whole box of polyurethane gloves. She wears gloves all day at work and latex allergies can be a serious derailment of enjoyment.
I snapped my hand into a glove and went for her bare cunt. I felt around her labia for a little while. I dropped to my nose so that I could look at her close-up. What a beautiful pussy she has. I don’t need to tell you that though. Her labia are neat and even. Her inner labia protrude out and just beg for adornment, but tonight is not the night to pierce her genitals. Tonight I am going to use my finger to demonstrate how wet she is. To stimulate her and make her come. It works. She comes so easily. It is amazing how the orgasms come faster and faster when I’m hurting her just a bit. Too much pain derails her enjoyment, but just enough keeps her interested in squirming. But you know that, don’t you? Oh, you haven’t been able to figure out how to keep her squirming the whole time?
Sucks to be you.
Do you want to hear about me making her come over and over again? Do you want to hear that after a while I withdrew my hand right as I could feel her start to orgasm? Do you want to hear how I taunted her and made her beg?
No? Good. I didn’t want to tell you anyway.
Asshole.
Guess what? We have a date for Thursday night. I’m going to turn her into a pile of mush on the floor. What will you do? Sit at home and play with your computer?
Sucks to be you.